Check out Cutthroat Stalker’s 2009 Fly Fishing year in review slideshow.
Although in my neck of the woods fishing is open 365 days a year, this is pretty much the end of the season for me.
As we drive the dark road east, I look up where stars dot a narrow path through the morning. I feel the press of hundreds of feet of sheer canyon walls more than see them. Ahead of us the dawn unwinds its hours, slowly unveiling the skyline—a jagged, ancient silhouette stretching for miles.
Testing out Robert’s hopper patterns on the Logan River doesn’t turn out quite the way we anticipated, but ends up a good way to make new friends.
Fly fishing the Cub River, where the fall colors were evident in the fish, if not the leaves. This is a quick fishing report and photo shoot.
Fly Fishing the Logan River, Sept. 2, 2009. A hint of turning colors. A handful of fish. A solitude of mind.
Two trips of two days each fishing “Bonneville Creek,” Idaho and Greys River, Wyoming for Bonneville and Finespotted cutthroat trout (including a brief recap of Scott’s most prolific 3 hours of catching fish ever experienced).
The Logan River is my “home” water (it’s the closest, but I haven’t fished it as much this year). I was able to fish it twice last week. Here’s the report (along with some amateurish video of Cutthroat Stalker stalking cutthroat).
Desert Fishing Day 3 – in which Dan and Scott drive the endless desert to fish Willow Creek, then continue, surviving steep, dark terrors of the backcountry as they headed toward the Jarbidge Wilderness Area.
Day 2 of Dan’s and Scott’s Desert Natives Fishing Trip along the northern edge of the Great Basin wherein we fished for redband trout on Rock Creek and Alvord cutthroat and Lahontan cutthroat on Guano Creek. And suffered a merciless attack by mosquitoes.
Day 1 of Dan’s and Scott’s Desert Natives Fishing Trip: Idaho (fishing Bennett Creek and South Fork of the Boise) and driving to Oregon. Enjoy the adventure along with us.
Background to Dan and Scott’s Desert Natives Fishing Trip along the northern edge of the Great Basin. Wherein you learn a little about the Great Basin and the main target of the trip.
Cinnamon Creek is fishing well. We got to take/teach a fly fishing newbie, Ken. It’s interesting how many things a seasoned angler just “knows,” but you have have to learn at some point, like drift.
What is it that can bring grown men to their knees, begging both boss and wife for permission to drop all vestiges of responsible adulthood and flee with abandon to River A for the hatch of all hatches? The Kryptonite Hatch!
Fly fishing alone in the early morning hours on Blacksmith Fork River is comforting and nostalgic.